Forsake me not, for I should pine
and waste, like tendrils on the vine
that shrivel when the rains abscond
and nullify our special bond.
For eglantine shall flourish not
when kept in shade, stilled in the pod,
as would our love without the spark
of nature, and the love of God.
So stay forever, do not fear
that I might ramble errantly,
for I shall nourish and protect thee
throughout all eternity.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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